the end was just the beginning
Eight-year-olds are funny, contradictory creatures. Well, mine is anyway. She reads Goosebumps books, likes vampire dolls and loves the idea of zombies, even though Dad won't let her see any movies containing them. And yet she still sleeps in Tinkerbell pyjamas and creates art installations with her soft toys at night. Who needs the Biennale when you can wake up... Continue Reading →
I remember being a primary school kid and discovering my mother was 34. I was dazzled by how old it seemed. At 18, I was in awe of the journalists in my first newsroom. Most would have only been in their mid-20s, but they seemed so mature. When I was in my early 20s, I worked with a brigade of blokes in their mid... Continue Reading →
Commencing an Alana-esque economy drive - ie one that doesn't involve any obvious downgrades to my lifestyle - I took the Sprogs to Luna Park/Fark yesterday with our yearly passes, parked in a school bus zone gratis, then enjoyed a free cafe lunch I won at the school fundraiser. Grand total expenditure, $4.50 (for the tip). Not bad huh? I looked pretty... Continue Reading →
Damn I was disappointed to be eating bacon and eggs in a Queanbeyan hotel dining room when Tom and Katie reached their divorce settlement in just 11 days. So much to blog about, so little opportunity. Instead of revelling in the news like a dog rolling on a dead seagull, I went to Questacon to be blinded by science. From 9.30am to 4pm.... Continue Reading →
My mother reckons cruise ships are the only way to travel. I tried one recently, I wasn't totally sold. A little claustrophobic. Endless days trapped at sea, waiting for your next three-course meal to be served. But what's the alternative? Flying is awful, especially on long-distance jaunts to the United States or Europe. The dry air that makes your sinuses and... Continue Reading →
Husband caught a bad case of Family Fatigue Syndrome yesterday, brought on by too little sleep, one too many Dos Equus and a hunger-related altercation with the Sprogs. He kept his cool during a $60 per hour family bike ride around Lake Burley Griffin in winds so icy they made my teeth ache. (Other bits of... Continue Reading →
Queanbeyan. One word sums it up really ... Nah, there's so much more to say. As a former professional of mildly constrained means, I was startled by the expense of a "can't afford Bali, too skint for the snow" trip to the Australian Capital Territory. Actually, we couldn't even pony up for the nation's capital.... Continue Reading →
There was a link on my Facebook news feed last weekend from a blog called All Abroad Baby. It was titled "How should we talk to our little girls" and it celebrated a story from The Huffington Post - also shared on my Facebook news feed - by author Lisa Bloom, titled "How to talk to little... Continue Reading →
Yep, it's that time of the week again, when I strike out at dawn in search of a newsagent. I brave the cold and spitting rain to judge The Mag I Bought This Week Award. This week it was - unsurprisingly - all about Katie, with one - surprising - exception featuring Princess Kate. So... Continue Reading →
I didn't meet any zombies on this path yesterday, but I felt like one. Since arriving in Melbourne - on our spare-room-surfing tour of Australia - I've risen twice for frosty walks at dawn. While the scenery looks pretty - you'd swear you were in the countryside, not suburbia - it's been brutal. And I... Continue Reading →
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